Beauty of Adjective
The grammar declare the glory
The language proclaim eloquence
There is no phrase or statement
Where the adjective is absent
The goodness is beyond comprehension
And the glow beyond flawless silver
No phrase can make meaning
Without support of the adjective
You strengthen conversations
And create flow of words
You reign without ambiguity
And never succumb to scarcity
Waiting Too Long
I am now dwelling in dark room
Which neither mice nor ants can bear?
My dignity fades away hour after hour
And worries overwhelm my mind
Each day bring vast numbers of speculation
As my brains fail to capture hope
My eyes cannot picture my prospect
As I long for the peace I deserve
I live in a house like a pig sty
Where freshness is far from my reach
I have been waiting and waiting for too long
The long wait for what exactly?
The long wait for sanctuary is more than sinister for me
A Mountain of Memories
Like berries, like baboons it can’t add up
With stinking catalogue of sorrow
Scanning the sky without skills
And draining the bone marrow like syringe
What an ambush to be in the bush
Whilst the branches sing sweet memories
Even the grass sings hatred and hell for me
As the heat is no more hidden to me
Revolving around ungreased epicentre
My hope is in need of operation
I am sinking in an unsustainable sea
As my breath is fast disappearing like dew in the morning
Like a dream like a meditation, I am in limbo
I am what I am
I am the mass movement that massacre
I swallow the low every hour without honour
I travel directionless and careless
I am the master in my market
I am the dynamic force that knows no forecast
I feed on ferocious feast
And dwell in a remote location
I reside in the glory of my powers
And my actions are too prompt to be stopped
The pain I produce knows no boundaries
I have no mercy to the mess I leave
I am unsympathetic with my uncertainty
